"Say, sonny,—you're all right!" he exclaimed.
Good humour returned all round.
"We're from No. 2 Camp at Cromer Bay and we want a bunch of stuff."
"Where is your list and I'll try to fill it?" I inquired.
The Swede handed over a long order, badly scrawled on the back of a paper bag. The order was unstamped and unsigned, and not on the company's order form.
"This is not any good," I said. "Where is the company's order?"
The Swede looked blankly at the Irishman, and the Irishman gazed dreamily at the Swede.
"Guess that's good enough. Ain't it, Dan?"
"Shure!" seconded Dan.
"It can't be done, boys," I said. "Sorry,—but I have my instructions and they must be followed out."